"To both, I suppose," she returned.
"Do you think they cared a rap about each other?"
"Yes, I do indeed. Every one has a different way of showing their feelings, and Mr. Errington is quite different from you."
"Different—and immensely superior, eh?"
"I did not say so, Mr. De Burgh."
"No, certainly you did not, and I have no right to guess at what you think. You are right. I am very different from Errington; and you are very different from Lady Alice. I fancy, were you in her place, even the irreproachable bridegroom-elect would find he had a little more of our common humanity about him than he suspects," said De Burgh, his dark eyes seeking hers with a bold admiring glance.
Katherine's cheek glowed, her heart beat fast with sudden distress and anger. De Burgh's suggestion stirred some strange and painful emotion.
"You are in a remarkably imaginative mood, Mr. De Burgh," she said, haughtily. "I cannot see any connection between myself and your ideas."
"Can't you? Well, my ideas gather round you very often."
"I wish he would go away; he is too audacious," thought Katherine. While she said, "I think Mr. Errington will be sorry for his father; I believe he has good feeling, though he is so cold and quiet."